poems by Sylvia Chong
How can I write the love story of a woman I don't know? There must be more than cerebration, more than the skillful plotting of my thoughts. A song, a drunken look, a light remembered . . . but will the brewed blend have flavor?
Recollection is not enough. Perhaps I must pound the table, be harsh, be loud-tongued, to make what never happened assume its own reality.
-- M.F.K. Fisher, The Gastronomical Me
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Last update: 12 June 1998